Home from the War -------------------------------------------
It's been 15 months since he was last here
So he takes his time walking to the door
What will they think of him now?
What will they see in his eyes?
A Hero? A killer?
Can he talk about what he's done?
Where he's been and what he's seen?
He steps to the door and raises a fist.
What comes next?
What happens when the door opens?
Another man in his place?
An empty house?
The lights are out and he hears nothing.
He can't bear go into an empty house.
The thought of everything to come.
When everyone see's how he's changed.
So he lower's his hand, turns around, and walks back to his car.
Pasuse at an open car door...
Looking back in regret.
Steps into the car
Closes the door
Turns the key
Puts the car into drive
I agree with Jaz, this was beautiful. It said a lot about going to Iraq that you haven't really said aloud yet. I can promise you that no matter how long you are gone, we will all be waiting for you when you return. I could never see you as a killer. You were a hero to me even before you joined. I love you.
As for the poem, I liked the overall flow. The absence of rhyme gave it a narrative feel that I though made it more meaningful. It was beautiful, and to say the least, very powerful. Reading the last line felt sort of like someone running up behind you and punching you in the back of the head. Just something strong and unexpected. It was wonderful, Chris. I love you.
I thnk I get this. And I think it is an original topic that not a lot of people are aware of, I thought it was touching, passionate, and well written. I hope you keep writing and I hope to see more from you. Really good piece.
The last stanza was the most powerful after all of the build up.